“ɢᴏ ᴏɴ ᴠ, ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀʟ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ sʜɪɴᴇ. ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ sᴏᴀᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴄɪᴛʏ ᴇssᴇɴᴄᴇ." ➪ The reply was cut throat in its meaning. Taking her on this mission, letting her take lives. She was already becoming a mercenary. And that made him run cold for a sec. +

➪ V recovered slowly this time around, going through a wall, who knew it it could set someone on their ass. A hand pulls against the doorway, cupping at his lower rib cage with a soft groan. ➪ Approaching his crows side to softly lay a hand at her shoulder. “𝙴𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝." +

"Kill!?!” ➪ The door is suddenly shot into a decrepit self with the blast of a shotgun. “Yeah you fucking wish gonk!” ➪ It’s a blessing they weren’t standing in front of the door. It once more being shredded by buckshot. “𝙴𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚆𝚒𝚜𝚝, 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚠𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎." +

➪ He hates to admit it. And it’s only dawned on him in this very moment. But he has a fear of loss. Losing her. He’d already lost Jackie. His choom and brother in arms. The man who’d practically saved him when he was beaten down by Night City. ➪ Now, he has her. Wisteria. +

“𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗' 𝚓𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚎𝚜." ➪ He sided in agreement. “𝙶𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜. 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚒𝚍𝚜. 𝙳𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚙.." ➪ He swiped a few chunks of rubble off himself. For going through a wall he himself seemed relatively unharmed as well. “𝚆𝚒𝚜𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚎.." ➪ It’s going like his. Running like his does. +

➪ In the time that wisteria fought and zero’d the few gangsters left. V had emptied an entire magazine of rounds into the thug. But that didn’t stop them. Chrome reinforced under skin to make headshots as such impossible. ➪ When V went to reload. The thug reached and snatched his weapon. +

➪ Her request instantly taken into consideration, V slept forward from cover, more bullets ringing all throughout. Some even hit but with the jacket, there's a bullet proof layer to it. Not that it stops it from hurting any less. ➪ A quick hack sends the man into a stun. +

➪ Hearing the faintest scraps of metal hitting the ground. One white flash quickly turned into nine. Shouts of disarray and confusion. The gang members damn near ready to shoot each other. ➪ V popped from the corner leaning out and firing. 𝗕𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗕𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗕𝗮𝗻𝗴!! ➪ Two out of the seven fall. +

➪ The glasses lit up with his Icon once more. A small spur of text appearing in the corner. “𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘞𝘪𝘴𝘵.." "..." "𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯." +

➪ V was atop the roof in no time, silent booster implants in his legs giving him the extra vertical thrust he needed. Reaching a set of wiring linked to a hub Satalite, he pulled the same jack in from his wrist and inserted it. ➪ Stuff like this was nothing when it came to gangs. +

➪He found solace in the moment. It was not that he worried for her. He’d found her in a worse state and that alone left her shattered, but she’d recovered from it. ➪ The city was already changing her. For better or worse was yet to be seen just yet. +

“𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊." ➪ His tone mischievous but playful. Pulling up to the end of a dead end street, his head shook. “𝙰𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙵𝚎𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍." ➪ He killed the engine, the lights dimming out and him settling back into his seat. “𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚝, 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖." +

➪ Its a good thing these cars have auto adjusters in them. The moment he took a bite of the food only to be hit with a question like that took his eyes off the road. ➪ No swerve or anything, just him staring at her. Slow chewing. ➪ His brows furrowing and eyes playfully rolling as she continued. +

"𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝." ➪ He combatted with a grin. Choomba was its own term of endearment. More casual and rolled off the tongue well. Still, he turned. “𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐." “𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕." +

“𝙵𝚒𝚡𝚎𝚛. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚘𝚜𝚜. 𝚄𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚘 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚡𝚎𝚛." ➪ He slung the rifle over his shoulder before pointing at the two of them. “𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚞𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌." +

➪ He laughed questionably to her comment. Unsure if it was something to be proud of or otherwise. Still seeing her in awe made him content. These were one a kind weapons in here. A lot of them collected after the heat died down on a battle. “𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝?" +

➪ Originally, he was a bit busy setting himself up for the cut off. Shotguns? “𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎." ➪ He set down the rifle, approaching one of the walls and hitting a button. Another cabinet opening to reveal another techy weapon. ➪ He eased it out. Snapping it in two. A double barrel. +

➪ He looks.. happy. Less fatigued than he was a few moments ago. Even in the uncertainty of the mission, hell, the day itself. The warmth still remained close to him now. "𝙶𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝? 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝." +

➪ A scruffy man knocks once more in a huff, clearly bringing these boxes up here wasn’t easy and wanted to offload them as soon as possible. ➪ V eyes trace her till she finds her way behind him and at the door. Staring at the cup of water and downing it shortly after. A loosened sigh given. +

“𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎." ➪ He snapped in reply. It came out hesitant more than anything else however. Getting what you needed in Night City meant stepping over people. Bodies. Innocent or not. “𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚍." “She’s a ‘big girl’ V. Stop fucking-“ +

“Well she’s wrong on a lot of crap. Talkin’ out her ass. Trying to be the tough gal huh?” ➪ Johnny fizzed into his cybernetic sockets. Appearing just like always but hovering behind her with spite. ➪ V clutched at his head lightly, the sensation like a migraine that could rip his skull in two. +

➪ The edge of V’s lip also rose up. Very crow like of her to simply take his clothes rather than ask. Not like it bothered him in the slightest. ➪ Taking the towel to dry the rest of himself. He wandered to the other side of the apartment grabbing himself a fresh set of clothing as well. +

➪ His expression softened at the grab but it took him a moment to finally face towards her. Fingers flex and gently graze along the arm that holds his. Eventually coming to ease onto hers and holding it. “𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝." ➪ Body twist, other hand making its way to cup hers with a warming grasp. +

➪ Johnny constantly lingers. The only thing the pills do is suppress what he can do to V. Making his body lose control was certainly one of the things. Tracking his meds might be a thing she’ll need to keep and eye on till she’s gotten it dealt with. ➪ He’s stayed laid into her through the night. +

➪ He laughed along and gently scoffed to her claim. “𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔? 𝙸𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚐, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐." "𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕, 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝙸𝚖 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗' 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍." ➪ Then again, it already has become a blissful dream. His eyes have closed over. +

“𝙵𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍, 𝙲𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞?" ➪ A laugh cracked through followed with a playful scoff. “𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚑?" ➪ Hell if he didn’t like hearing that though. +

➪ He watches as she shifts down along with her question, soft labored breath given, his answer cut off by their matchup once more. The room falling into a silence only ever revived by gentle pops of disconnect. ➪ A faint laugh, short lived but following after. +

“𝚆𝚑𝚢?.." ➪ They both knew damn well by this point. NC isn’t some place where you can open up. You’ve gotta be a shell, willing to shift and shape. Break and reform.. but there’s that one small percent. The not so sane but not so evil. "𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜." +

➪ It feels good. Having someone like this. Being forced to go solo, it didn’t make getting connections any easier. Usually, you gotta do some crazy ass work for people here to get in there good graces. Even then, it doesn’t mean it’s gonna go your way. “𝙸𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝. 𝙸𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.." +

➪ The sudden placement had him feeling lightheaded for a second. The napkin quickly soaking up what it could. His eyes seemed to dilate a few times over. The cyberoptics going haywire for just a bit. "𝙽𝚘-.. 𝚗𝚘. 𝙸𝚝 𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚓𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚢, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚙." ➪ He slowly settled. +

"𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚑?" ➪ He casually jested. That’s what birds did when they found a place they considered home right? If it was, a part of him hoped maybe he’d come back to something like that at some point. ➪ Such an odd ball thing to think but in night city- +

➪ He didn’t mind, hell the only things probably had as for decent food was today’s breakfast. Spoiling her to a good dinner was nothing. ➪ Holding a set of glass bottles in his hand the small peck followed. A quick stun. And smooth playoff. “𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚑. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝." +

➪ He lingers above her on the bedside. Emerald eyes taking in features. A heartfelt smile, small but noticeable, builds on his lips. “𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚝." ➪ A knuckle softly bumped against her cheek wiping a stray tear away. “𝙰𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚐𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔. 𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝙶𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚝?" +

➪ V sat silently, working overtime to make sure everything about this brain dance was absolutely perfect. His jack became warm with the very information being thrown through it. ➪ Seeing her reaction. The feel of her shifting on the bed to spread her wings once more. It was endearing. +

“𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚖'?" ➪ His tone held a bit of disappointment. The surprise won’t be as cool but the experience will be. V sits up. Both arms reach towards her and from his wrist he pulls a wire. “𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔." ➪ The jack plugs into a socket. +

➪ Something out a fairytale for sure. Eventually sitting himself beside her while she told her story a simple scoff escaped. “𝙲𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎." ➪ How ironic really. ➪ He fell back against the bed. +

“𝚃𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝙸 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎. 𝙶𝚘 𝚣𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜." ➪ It made sense for her to want to earn her keep. It was admirable in its own way. Most people just stepped over one another here. “𝙻𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚞𝚙." +

➪ No med gel then. With her healing factor it made sense as to why she didn’t need to worry but he was only part borg. Chrome didnt magically solve ever problem but it was damn near that point. ➪ The gel was tossed off to the side on his couch in case it’ll be needed for later. +

➪ It’s not his first time seeing a pair. You get desensitized to stuff like that in a city like this but this? His emerald eyes ajar slightly only to dart to the side. He doesn’t make it spectacle or something more than it needs to be. ➪ Hearing the gentle shift and her turn, eyes slowly return. +

➪ He’d already set all side gigs off. Texted out delays in missions and planned to prioritize them. A silent statement of his care for her even as said if a bit soon. ➪ V knew the darkness of the city and Wisteria seemed to break the clouds overhead, even if just a bit. +

“𝙸 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚊', 𝙸𝚝 𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗' 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚐𝚞𝚢." ➪ He scoffed, mostly at himself. “𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙸 𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍. 𝙵𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝙸𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚍𝚘. 𝙼𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢." "𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗' 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎-" +

➪ Having seen a lot in nightcity, he’s become desensitized to a lot of things. But the moment Wisteria rose up, V’s eyes averted. Only returning once she had herself covered. A nod of the head following. “𝙼𝚊𝚡𝚍𝚘𝚌 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔'𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.” ➪ "If you know what this is.”. +

"𝙸𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚊." ➪ Now that that’s been settled. He’s gotta make sure she’s taken well care of. All side gigs? Silently delayed. His eyes glowing for just a moment for her to see before returning to their usual hue. “The numbing will wear away soon. It will work off muscle tensions.” +

➪ It was unknown for these.. well doubts she had. The skeletal structure of the wings finally implanted onto her. Needles and other cyberware syncing with her body. “She’s got no other chrome. The wings will only work off of the muscle tension she’s giving.” “V. I’m not usually one to ask-“ +

[𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚅, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐?] ➪ It was a mixture of his own voice mixed with Johnnys, the internal monologue burning at the back of his mind. It’s like he said, the first time is the worst. The implants being attached to the body always took the longest. +

➪ She could only hear the doctors stop in their tracks when they removed the shirt. Bloody scabs, scars and even small hints of bone protruding out from where the wings used to be. It burned both hearts of the docs and V’s. ➪ It’s quiet for a moment. A hand reaches towards wisteria’s grabbing it. +

“𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜," ➪ Seeing the emotions behind her eyes as they were called lead him to offer out a hand and hold it with a warmth not shown yet. “𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎." +

➪ He can see the concern in her eyes, the probable fear she could have. He can’t read what she’s in fear of so all he does is give a slow squeeze to her shoulder as they enter the building. ➪ The walls are lined up with about everything you could imagine. Arms, legs, faces, bodies. +

“𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍. 𝙸𝚝𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸𝚖 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐." ➪ The hard part was just making sure they had everything she would need. Arm tightening around her. +

➪ And trip he almost did, stuttering forwards and catching himself by holding onto her. “𝙰𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝!" ➪ The two seemed in better spirits. That worked in both their favors. “𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚝. 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝.." +